Hurricane's in the house..



[lord have mercy]

Land-lordup in the house	*come get it*

Rah diggaup in the house *come get it*

Rampageup in the house	*come get it*

What?  baby come get it		(rah: what?  nigga come get it)



Chorus: lord have mercyrah digga



L: turn the heat up

Cause we about to creep up	*come get it*

L: it's off the meter

Plus we tear the street up *come get it*

R: ladies g'd upwhat? 

Don't smoke the weed up *come get it*

L: what? 	baby come get it	(rah: what?  nigga come get it)



[rah digga]

Check itI come in sweeter than la femme nikita

Be all up in your hood like I'm a c&c two liter

The little honey that be doin her she thing

On some mya shitlike "it's all about me" see? 

I bleed thingsblunt slicer on my keyrings

Bra toplots of g-stringshavin weed dreams

I'd be queen if this the 1900's

Cause niggaz gon get itand e'rybody want it

I'm totin bagseyes redder than a photo lab

The spins on your singlewon't even top my promo ad

Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car lots

Couldn't get no harder if you went to school of hard knocks

The grimy bitchsometime be punchliney bitch

So don't make me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)

Because the groupies are freebut the rhymes cost money..

Oh yeah!!



Chorus 2x



[rampage]

All my flipmode niggaz just bounce to this

All my rampage niggaz just bounce to this

All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to this

All my niggaz if you with me justbounce with this

Okaythis is how it goespimpin all youhoes

Catch em outside the showstime to get the dough

Up in the studiosmokin the hydro

Writin the hot shityou waitin for me to go

Threw on the ram' bouncejust shakin yo' ass yo

Bump this in your lex coupe or your expo'

Flipmode squadwe the ones in them videos

Catch us with the fly shitbut you don't hear me doe

Rampageprofessionaljust move your feet

We bout to make you do the jerkget out your seats

Seven days a week and we the squad that don't sleep

Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creepso what? 



Chorus 2x



[lord have mercy]

I walk the paththat allah made+smooth+like sade

Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog rays

International capitalchecks cashed in full

Damage your hoodnaturalspend grands for goods

Traditional niggaz know -- scream on these players like

Dj call in some mo'invincible pretty flow

Grammar godswing like gold from panama

Twenty-four carat charmswith smooth cuts like sarah vaughn

Here we gohere we go -- attitude

Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from baton rouge

Comesharp-tongued like malcolmon any album

Some got chrome like sly stonewhat you about son? 

Here it ishere it is -- handcraft the raw

Who the boss?  human torch any fantastic four

PlayerI be a point guardcontrollin things

In the 4th quarterit's all water like holdin springs



Chorus 2x



Dj hurricane in the place baby c'mon

Flip--modeup in the spot baby c'mon

Ram--pageup in the place baby c'mon

Rahdigga up in the house baby c'mon

Lord have mercy in the place baby c'mon

Busta rhymes is in the house baby c'mon

Whylin outfor the night yeah c'mon

Hollis crewrepresent baby c'mon

Dj hurricane represent baby c'mon

All the ladies c'monshake it baby c'mon

All the females c'monshake it baby c'mon..